In the most ancient of forests, angels would dwell whispering
secrets to men and to women formed
born from the soil of the Earth,
they rose up slowly
and the Earth called them,
her children
the First People.
It is true the animals listened too
as the Creator spoke wisdom
through the trees, and stars.
And the people still dance
in order to remember.
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With so many rocks overturned, walls broken within our spirits
we fight for the rain, to bring back our rivers
for heaven to descend,
cleansing our flags,
and hopefully restore
our shattered pieces
or at least have some sunlight
reflecting on our surface
diffusing into the blue
So we create a new flow don’t we?
a deeper journey,
worth keeping
within our hearts
as we become the wholeness
we have prayed for.
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As if in a thick forest my words
seek a path not hidden.
Well it seems as if my site has been compromised again. Yes, we are in a summer lull, but this is different.
So, I had to make a decision today. Do I post once a month? Once a week? Do I go the opposite way, and blast 5 posts out in a single day? Nah! I will say that the less I am here, the more my site becomes an easy target.
So why am I still here? To be honest I believe in my work, I really do. And I want to see it do well. I ask for nothing in return, I make no money, I ask for no sponsors. I love to write, and I love to read your work, that’s why I’m here.
And I do get wonderfully encouraged. A blogging friend recently said I should, “share my gift.” That really makes my day! The strange thing is I had been thinking about writing more often. Many of you feel comfortable interacting with me through comments, and that is very special.
So, I don’t want to end this blog, or my faith based blog, Walking through Psalms, which is also limping along. And no, I’m not just looking at stats.
I have some ideas for moving forward, and one idea I have for now, is to share some of my older work with you. Did you know that for awhile I was posting twice a day, and I wrote fiction? There are more than 2,100 posts on this site!
And maybe I’ll throw in a quote once in a while, or an update about my wife and I. Let me know what you think. I’m seeking your input.
To all my readers thank you for reading and for your wonderful support!
Peace.
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There was some prayer within his deliverance,
as witnessed by the hawk,
but it was mostly the river
bending
drifting
into his spirit,
beyond the oak trees
and dogwoods.
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In the scorching of our most difficult desert, it is so easy to carry our wounds
and walk away. To leave any fragment of who we are,
whatever gift we once were, and declare that sand
and bones are the only meaning.
Somehow, in our rocks hidden, we decide
to ignore the cycle of living,
believing we are safe.
So where is the rain?
The promise
of flowers living
beyond
our devastation?
Perhaps,
we learn to see our spirits
as more than a mirror,
understanding
for the first time
the plight of cactus,
as we lift our eyes
praying for thunder.
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Within the soft movement of leaves
a poem stirred within me,
and still
I knew the healing
held my breath in wonder
as if this moment
was all new
had just been discovered,
and the light
filled me
once again.
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Memories of our most sacred moments will often find their way,
drifting,
into our hearts
with our void seeking,
as if sunlight sparkles
on the surface of the ocean,
filtering
through the deep.
I wonder
if we are more than waves
rolling towards the shore,
curling
into a magnificent spirit,
crashing
then washing the Earth.
It is the light isn’t it?
That moves us beyond
the pain,
into the new hope shifting
taking shape
within us.
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We are a nation of immigrants founded by immigrants
and we signed the papers on the 4th of July
didn’t we? And now may we repent,
as a nation, of our prejudice
of our hatred
for “the other”
as the blood speaks
and children cry
may we turn away from our sins
as we celebrate freedom
may we embrace
the color of our brother
our sister
the diversity,
their precious gifts
we have always
been given.
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Within the power of our oceans, in the depths
of our unlimited
lives the source of strength
we have sensed, deep
within our hearts
quietly residing
waiting for us
simply
to surrender our pain
and embrace our healing,
the peace
we were always
meant to have.
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Rivers Renewed 